[He flashes a grin and pulls out his flask, using his teeth to pull out the cork and spit it back onto the dock. He upturns it, and only a few drops come out. Ever since he’s learned this particular trick, he hasn’t bothered refilling it as often. Then he leans down and fills it with sea water. He holds it close to him, concentrates for a moment, then takes a sip. He smirks and holds it out to her.]
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Here, lass. Give it a taste.